Lava

Artist

Coming Soon.

Coming Soon

Coming Soon


This dazzling female came from a foreign clan of wildclaws, far in the light region. She was perfectly fine there, just living her days out in her clan. Somewhere in the middle ranks, an artist who was admired for her sparkling hide. Sure, she wasn't as fierce or strong as her clanmates, but she could use the blood of her prey to make the most beautiful murals. She'd take anything shiny as well, adding the bling to her natural shimmer.

With suck looks and skill, of course the female eventually caught the eye of another dragon. She was physically ready to mate, but did not consider dancing with the male who sought her out. No, her art was more important, this male had made no impression on her.

Discouraged that the glimmering tough gal wouldn't go for him, the male made a plan. He was a fast male, ranked higher than Lava in terms of physical strength. So, as Wildclaws often use physical tests to settle conflict, he challenged her to a race along one of their pack's favored trails. A place that was just on the edge of an ocean, a beautiful place to ask his future mate to forever be his, or so he thought. To be sure of his victory, collected a variety of shiny things. What was a little trick compared to a lifetime of loyal love that she would receive?

The day of the race came, and Lava had been training! Their referee screeched, causing Lava to stretch her powerful legs beside the male who aimed to be joined with her. They ran and ran, surprising everyone as the artist managed to keep up with the hunter. But then...something shiny caught Lava's eye, she screeched and ran off to the side, screeching again as the running male threw another shiny object off the racing path.
Shiny shiny shiny

If only she hadn't been running so fast, poor Lava toppled over suddenly, realizing in horror that she was at the edge of a cliff...right above the crashing waves of the water. Before the poor wildclaw could open her wings water was around her, smashing her against the rock of the cliff face before sweeping her away from her clan....

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Waking up, Lava found her body being dragged across the beach. Somehow a mirror had found her and was dragging her by her by the base of her tail. Cough! The girl screeched, never having been one for conversation. But she was ignored, and too sore to move. Eventually, a tundra was there, at a den. A den full of almost every dragon species the wildclaw knew of. It was in this den that she healed and began a new life. After all, if she had gone back to her home...that male would have been waiting for her. Here no one was trying to challenge her for anything, they didn't mind her bad conversational skills and all of the cute baby faes enjoyed riding around on her tail.

Lava is in the process of making this new clan that took her in her new family. There's something about them that makes not constantly painting worth while.